When I moved out of my mum's house almost 10 years ago I never thought in a million years that I would find myself back there.
But here I am, sat on my mum's sofa writing this post.
Unfortunately our landlord decided to sell our house earlier this year and this meant we needed to find somewhere else to rent.
Trouble with 4 children we couldn't just move into any home.
At the minimum we needed atleast a 3 bedroom house with 2 double rooms, something that seemed to be hard to come by.
And even when we did find houses that appeared suitable, they were either too expensive, too far away or just in unacceptable condition.
The council weren't willing to help because according to them, Justin earns too much.
After a lot of hunting and unsuccessful viewings, Justin's dad very kindly offered to help us out with the money for a depsosit to buy our own place.
Some good news at last.
However, even if we found a property we liked, the whole process of buying a house, even if chain free, could take a minimum of 8 weeks.
So far we've had two properties fall through, stressed would be an understatement.
Our deadline to leave our home was the 29th August.
And with no home to move to yet, we've been left homeless and we were left with no option but to squeeze into my mum's home.
The girls see this as a little adventure.
Not quite my thoughts, this is definitely not where I pictured myself thinking 10 years into the future when I was eighteen.
Justin and I are back to sleeping in my box room on a single mattress on the floor and the girls are all having to share a room, bed times are certainly "fun" right now.
Majority of our belongings are stored in different family members houses, I can't just reach for something when I want it.
I know there are plenty of people on worse situations than us but living with my mum really isn't ideal.
I love her but there was a second reason for leaving home to begin with, apart from the fact that I was pregnant at the time, my mum and I clash big time, I'm just waiting for round one!!
Thing is, she has done as a huge favour by allowing us in her home, something that I don't think I will ever be able to repay so I'm trying not to get in her way, trying not to ruin a routine that she already has, trying to not impose but it is proving difficult.
An added complication, she works nights, so keeping the girls quiet duing the day is a difficult task.
Getting used to where certain things are kept and how different appliances works, even though I've lived there before, I feel like I'm starting from scratch.
Old but new.
I'm trying to think of the positives right now.
* I have a live in babysitter.
* My mum loves to iron so this saves me a job .
* The house is at the top of a great big hill, I'm thinking I might lose some weight whilst doing the school run.
* We are able to save some money.
I've always tried to believe that everything happens for a reason but my belief is fading right now.
When we are in our very own home, I'm sure I will be able to look back on these next few months and maybe not laugh but see that it wasn't all bad.
It's just right now I'm struggling, I mean would you move back in with your parents??